All Chapters of Rekindling Love After Divorce : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amanda initially thought that Lizzy was making up things or simply jumping to conclusions, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that there might be some truth to it. When she first met Charles, he had this look in his eyes that she couldn't decipher. Then he started getting more familiar and friendly with her. He began asking more personal questions and getting involved in her life. His actions seemed to go beyond the commitment of a lawyer. "Does he have feelings for me?" Amanda wondered, her thoughts racing. "A regular lawyer wouldn't pay for the flight tickets of his client along with her child, then offer to pay for their upkeep. It was too unusual…" Her thoughts raced. Her hands trembled slightly around the phone. She wasn't sure if she was reading too much into things or if Lizzy's words were starting to make sense. "Amanda, are you there?" Charles's voice echoed through the phone. Amanda swallowed a lump down her throat and replied, "Yeah, I'm…here,"

Amanda returned to Charles' house in different clothes, a nice outfit he had bought for her on their way back. She had changed in the boutique, discarding her earlier clothes. As she walked into the sitting room, she saw Kendall and the maid, completely engrossed in the loud and colorful cartoon. The vibrant sounds filled the room and none of them noticed Amanda's entrance. "Hey sweetie," Amanda called out, her voice warm and gentle. Kendall's head snapped in the direction of her mother's voice. Her eyes brightened and a huge smile spread across her face. "Mommy!" She exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running toward her. Kendall was overjoyed to see her. Although she was enjoying the company of the maid, she still wanted her mother's presence around her. Amanda knelt and spread her arms in the air. Kendall flew into her mother's arms and giggled. "Welcome back, mommy," Kendall said, her small arms wrapping around Amanda's neck. "Thank you, my love," Amanda murmured with a so

Betty didn't bother meeting James again, she simply went to meet his mother. "What did he say?" Agnes asked, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Is he leaving?" "I didn't speak to him," Betty responded with a sigh. She was about to tell Agnes that James was trying to get back with Amanda, but she held back. Betty wanted to handle everything on her own because her ways might be too extreme for Agnes to accept. Betty was ruthless and would do anything to have her way, she doubted if Agnes would support her in everything. "Err… I think that it would be better if you talked to him. I doubt that he would listen to me. He can't even stand the sight of me," She sighed sadly. Agnes didn't like her response or the situation, but she understood. Agnes rose to her feet and walked to her, she gently held her hands and smiled warmly. "Okay, I will talk to him and I will think of other ways to help you get closer to him. Don't worry, I'm going to make your relationship possible…I promise," A

"Are these the only things you can offer?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at the cards on the table. "Hey, don't be greedy," Betty snapped, glaring at him. She crossed her legs, locking her hands on her upper knee. "There is a lot of money in these cards, and after you withdraw it, you won't have to do this fucked-up job anymore," "This is not just a job to me. It's my profession and what I've always wanted to be," He groaned, clearly displeased with her words. Betty rolled her eyes and leaned closer, her voice hardening, "Are you going to give her location or not?" "I will," He admitted, snatching the cards from the table. He pocketed them with a sly smile, "What are the pins?" "I have sent them to your number. Now that I've fulfilled my part of the bargain, I want you to do likewise," She demanded, impatience lacing her voice. "I will do that immediately," He replied, pulling out a notepad and a pen. After scribbling something, he tore out the page. "Here you go," He handed it

Amanda's mouth felt dry and sour as she moved her tongue around. She moaned inwardly, trying to move her hands, but they refused to budge no matter how hard she tried to separate them. It was so frustrating and upsetting. As Amanda's mind began to clear, she remembered how she was pulled into a place and drugged. The memory made her eyes snap open. The light that hit her eyes was too bright, forcing her to close them again. She waited for a few seconds before opening them once more. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw a television screen in front of her.She blinked rapidly and looked around the room. She was shocked to find herself in a bedroom. Lowering her gaze, she realized she was seated on a king-sized bed with blue sheets that matched the color of the room's walls.She shifted her gaze to the left and noticed a large, well-decorated mirror, then her eyes fell on the lotions on the dressing table. The products didn't look like anything a woman would use. She squinted, trying